I think us girls Protect ourselves Through painting our skin In metallic gold We party downstairs And drink for our sin
Look to follow The other models Chasing likes In a filtered life Reveal ourselves When the numbers fall
Loose our clothes, loose our minds No one knows what happens on the inside Loose all power of control Masters of our own disguise
Welcome to the masquerade Welcome to your dying days In your new found fame you'll hide your face As part Of your new masquerade
Empty souls Inside our masked ball Expensive wine A cheap state of mind We lay down low in hope Of getting high
Loose our clothes, loose our minds No one knows what happens on the inside Loose all power of control Masters of our own disguise
Welcome to the masquerade Welcome to your dying days In your new found fame you'll hide your face As part Of your new masquerade
Loose your mind, loose your soul If you loose your mask You loose it all
Welcome to the masquerade Welcome to your dying days In your new found fame you'll hide your face As part of your new masquerade Welcome to your dying days In your new found fame you'll hide your face As part Of your new masquerade
Compositores: William Terry Hicks (William Hicks), Natasha Katherine Woods (Dylan) ECAD: Obra #24403274